The Separation (Part 2)



Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material is not suitable to children 
under 18.

"Marsha. . .you have changed so much so quickly,"  I said.

"Yes I have darling.  So am I now the kind of woman that interests you?"  
she asked.

"Yes!!  You are incredible.  Are you really as strong as you say?"  I asked.

"You dare to doubt me?  Look at me.  I am 5'9".  When we separated I weighed 
135lbs.  Now I weigh 195lbs and all but 3% of it is muscle.  I am stronger 
than anyone I know and there is not a man I couldn't destroy with my body," 
she said.

She continued, "My chest has gone from a 34B to a 54DDD, although I did have 
a little help with that.  My biceps are 20" and my waist is a rock hard 22". 
  My quads are 30" and my calves are 20".  I dwarf you my dear.  Not only 
are my muscles alot bigger than yours but they a lot harder and a whole lot 
stronger.  You look a little intimidated my dear?"

I was in awe.  She really had transformed herself into the woman of my 
fantasies.  But she was acting so different.  She used to be so meek.  Now 
she was acting like she looked. . .STRONG!

"Actually Marsha, you look better than any fantasy.  You are real!"  I said.

"I have had a long time to think about this night Joe.  At first I was so 
angry with you.  I would fantasize about using my strength to beat you to a 
pulp,"  she said.

My heart starting racing.  What was she saying?  Beat me to a pulp?  Yikes.  
"So you want to beat me up?"  I asked.

"I said I thought about it. . .that would be too easy.  I watched alot of 
those tapes of yours and it seemed that all of them had this theme of 
domination in them.  So I began thinking about how I would dominate you my 
dear.  The funny thing about those videos is that those woman are not nearly 
as strong as I am.  I am also now very skilled in fighting.  It was all 
pretend in those videos but if I choose to dominate you it will be for 
real," she said.

"Choose to dominate me?  What are you saying?"  I asked.

"I am saying that I am superior to you in every way.  Let me give you 
another demonstration," she said.

She walked over to the pull-up bar.  There was a belt beside it with what 
look like 3 45lbs plates attached.  She put the belt around her waist and 
jump up to the bar.  She did 10 pull-ups in seconds.

"What do you think about that?  Want to try?"  she asked.

"I could probably do 10 pull-ups, but I know I couldn't do them with 135lbs 
strapped to my waist,"  I said.

"Oh you cute little wimp.  Those were not 45lb plates.  They were 100lb 
plates.  I did 10 pull-ups in 10 seconds with 300lbs strapped around my 
waist.  Come over her right now," she said.

"What are you going to do to me?"  I asked fearfully.

"I am not going to hurt you. . .not yet anyway.  This is just a 
demonstration of what your wife has become.  A woman who could physically 
destroy you with her body.  Now jump on my back like you were going to go 
for a piggy-back ride and hold on tight," she said.

I did what she told me to do.  She proceeded to jump up and grab the bar and 
do another 10 pull-ups with me draped over her back.  Still holding the bar 
she let go with one hand.

"Watch carefully my wimpy husband.  Watch how strong your wife has become," 
she said.

With just one arm holding on the bar and me holding on to her back, she did 
10 one armed pull-ups and the switched arms and did another 10 with the 
other arm.  My maleness was so excited.  She was stronger than any woman in 
my fantasies.  I was throbbing.  She must have noticed.  She hopped off the 
bar and walked a little bit with me still holding on to her.

"Get down now lover.  I want to see something," she said.

I got down and walked in front of her.  She gently stroked my penis with her 
hand.  She then said, "You are about to be raped by your wife."

She walked over to the door to the gym and bolt locked it.  She moved toward 
me with an incredible sexy swagger.  Each step she took her muscles in her 
legs and abs would ripple.  She stopped about 10 feet from me.

"Watch this!"  she said.

She began flexing her incredible body.  First her biceps.  They exploded.  I 
thought they had looked big before.  They were huge now. Then she walked 
over to the corner of the room.  In the corner were some cement blocks.  She 
picked one up and set it on this funny contraption.  I guess this 
contraption was to hold the block in place.
Then she looked at me and wink and then punched the cement block.  Her fist 
moved too fast and the block exploded as soon as she hit it.  One of the 
pieces landed near me and I picked it up.  It was about 6" thick and this 
was just a piece of the block she had shattered with just one easy punch.

"Are you beginning to get a glimpse of the power I now possess in this body 
of mine?  This is only the beginning my dear.  You will begin to experience 
this body first hand. . .but on my terms. . .do you understand?"  she asked.

I just stood there in awe.  What was she saying?  I was a little afraid but 
not really.  This after all was the meek woman that I married.  Or was it?

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!???"  she screamed.

"Gulp. . .yes. . .I . . .under. .  .stand,"  I said.

"GOOD!  Get over here.  NOW!"  she said.

I don't know what got into me, but I didn't obey her.  It was like my male 
ego finally had kicked in.  I didn't budge.

She smiled and said, "So you want a more personal demonstration I see."

"Marsha.  This is ridiculous.  You look wonderful, beyond wonderful.  But 
what is all this domination stuff?"  I asked.

"Domination stuff?  HaHaHa.  It is your life from now on," she said.

"Yeah right.  Let's go have some dinner and begin a new life together.  But 
cut the domination crap,"  I said.

She walked over to me and slapped me across the face.

"Ouch.  That hurt,"  I said.

She raised her hand and slapped me again in the face.  But his time I 
dropped to the ground.  She hadn't even closed her fist but it was like she 
hit me with a brick.  She stood there with her hands on her hips looking 
down at me.  She did look so sexy and so strong and powerful.  She grabbed 
the collar of my shirt with just one hand and lifted me up until I was eye 
to eye with her.  Incredible I thought.  She is holding me up with just one 
hand.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  You have seen me curl and 
military press 365lbs.  You have seen me do one-armed pull-ups with you on 
my back.  You have watched me disintergrate a cement block with just one 
punch.  Do you really want me to kick your ass?"  she asked.

"Marsha.  This is crazy.  You excite me so much.  Let's just go home and 
make love," I said.

She slapped me again.  Like the first time.  Now I was getting mad.

"Don't do that again or I'll. . ." I said.

"Or you'll what wimp?  You'll what?"  She asked

"I'll defend myself."  I said.

She slapped me again.  I was furious.  I took a swing at her stomach. When 
my hand hit, I felt unbelievable pain.  It was like I had hit a wall.  She 
laughed.  I took a swing at her face but I missed.  I took another, but I 
missed again.  I took several more but she was just too fast for me.  I went 
to go tackle her but she just picked me up by my belt and threw me half way 
across the room.  I ran at her and took several more swings at her face.  I 
was totally out of breath.

"What's wrong sweetie pie?  Can't seem to hit me?  Am I too fast for you?  
Here you go baby. . .I will give you a chance.  Take you best shot because 
then it will be my turn," she said.

She held her jaw out.  I summoned all my strength and threw the hardest 
punch I had ever thrown in my life.  Again I felt incredible pain in my 
hand.  I had closed my eyes when I punched her and I half expected to see 
her decked out when I opened my eyes.  But she wasn't.  She just stood there 
with her hands on her hips looking incredibly strong.  Every muscle was 
apparent in her awesome body.  Yikes.  I had just tried to fight my wife and 
had no success.  Then I realized that she had hardly fought back.  My knees 
began to shake.  What was she going to do?

"I see you are a little frighten little one.  As well you should be.  I 
could kill you with one punch.  I could disable you with just my fist alone. 
  But it wouldn't be any fun to destroy you.  Then I wouldn't have you to 
service my sexual needs.  Remember how you used to only stay down and lick 
my pussy for only a few seconds?  I want you to lick my pussy right now. . . 
and want you to lick it until I reach climax. . .if you refuse, we will 
continue our little fight.  But this time you will not be able to walk out 
of here on your own.  So what will it be lover-boy?  Lick my pussy or get 
your ass kicked by your wife?"  she asked.

She picked me up in her arms.  I was shaking like a leaf.  The realization 
was setting in.  My wife had become my fantasy.  She laid me down on some 
mats.  She removed her bikini top.  Wow!  What breasts.  Then she removed 
her bottoms and straddle my face.  Her pussy was so wet and hot it was 
literally dripping wet.  I serviced her for what seemed like hours.  She had 
orgasm after orgasm.  Finally she laid her incredible body on mine and 
whispered in my ear and said, "Get used to it lover-boy.  After all, I am 
YOUR creation."